Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 16: Rotten to the core

Goku closed his eyes as lush lips fell on his own. In this moment he didn\'t feel so alone or lost....in these arms he was free from the monster that bound him.

Finch... Cage... they were gone now. Even if it was just for this second, this kiss, it meant the world to the sayian.

But it ended to soon as they parted, panting for breath in each other\'s arms.

\"Goku,\" The younger male looked up to see himself reflected in the dark eyes of his lover as the gloved fingers ran circles on his cheeks.

\"Yes?\"

\"I need you to promise me something...something I need to hear you say.\" Kakarott nodded quickly before glancing once more at the prince.

\"Anything, Vegeta. Anything for you.\"

\"Promise me that even if the other\'s don\'t ever return, you will stay by my side forever.\" Goku couldn\'t read those eyes now or the odd words that played in their depths. But he blinked, nodding again.

\"I promise...forever.\" A grin spread on the older man\'s face as he pulled his love closer. Their lips met fiercely.

Kakkarot could feel himself melt into the prince\'s arms as Vegeta forced his tounge into the other sayian\'s mouth. The warmth of their sloppy kisses possessed the younger male as their bodies pressed together lightly, then harder and harder.

The prince shifted, lifting Goku onto his lap, the bench creeking under their weight. But nothing mattered. Not a single sound was heard over the heatbeats in the darkening night of a moment that was long awaited. Vegeta moaned into the wet mouth on his and let his hands fall on the skin before him. Every finger bathed the larger form from his red cheeks to the shivering flesh on his inner thigh. Over and over again his hands were everywhere, brushing over everything. But the cloth holding their burning bodies apart was enough to drive the two insane.

The heated kiss ended in a song of labored breaths as the sayians lay forehead to forehead. Vegeta found his voice first and Goku closed his eyes.

\"Goku...\" The name rolled off his lips almost too easily and the dark head rose from his chest.

\"Vegeta ... I...\" Their lips met again, this time with even harsher blows. Vegeta spoke into the other\'s mouth as he wet his tounge in the sweet taste that was the hero of Earth.

\"I need you, Goku....I want you.....I want you to live just for me.....right now.\" Goku could only purr in response as he felt hands on the worn belt of his baggy jeans. The prince\'s fingers worked over the cold buckle until it fell open in his hands. Quickly, his palms slipped into the new space now between Goku\'s skin and his cotton boxers. The feel of his skin was alomst feverish aginst Vegeta\'s and with every movement and thrust of a tounge, the moments became more intoxicating.

The older male cupped his hands over Kakarott\'s buttocks, pulling him closer. As close as they could get and their bodies were ground together, friction sparking from every fiber that each man held in his body. Quiet nothings were whispered through the dancing kisses, but there was no time to speak, to think, or to regret. This was how it had to be for both of them.

Vegeta could feel his lover undoing his pants as well and- just now noticing- his shirt was already tossed to the side on the dewy grass below them. Goku lifted the black T-shirt from his own chest . The night air made his body shiver and the small pink nubs on his chest stiffen. Their bodies clashed into one another now in a naked embrace.

The third class bit at his lip as Vegeta kissed down the long stride of his chest ever so slowly. The hot confines of his mouth inhaled the right nipple and Goku gasped as he reached up to tug at the other man\'s ebony hair, rubbing it in between and twisting it around his fingers roughly. Soon, his lips were moving even farther down the squirmming body, coating each perfect muscle with trails of hot spit.

Suddenly, everything stopped. With a groan of protest, Kakarott looked down half-lidded at his lover.

Vegeta had his eyes closed as he pressed his lips to the head of Goku\'s member. The precum there dam on his flushed lips. The prince reached a hand up to brush over the curls of midnight hair that lay sweat-slicked between the pair of beautiful legs. The prince felt him tense under the caressing hand, his hips bucking gently. He wanted nothing more then to have Vegeta take him whole, with his mouth, his body. Tonight, he wanted to look into every part of the man he cared for most. Tonight, there would be no more shadowed past or secrets hidden behind swollen pride. This time, there would be no lies.

Vegeta stuck out his tongue and lapped at the pulsing veins under the quivering shaft before him. As he touched them, they sung of the younger man\'s rapid heart beat that screamed out at him as he took Kakkarot into his mouth.

\"Ahh... Uh....... Vegeta... it feels.... so..... so good!\" He arched up to met the other man\'s mouth but was held back but the long fingers and sweaty palms weighing on his hips. After struggling briefly, the Son let out a sigh of defeat as Vegeta took him completely into his mouth. The heat of Vegeta between his legs was almost too much for the sayian to bare. He clawed at his own chest and could feel ever moan and pleasure dripping scream as it escaped him.

Soon, flashes of ever color he had ever seen were before his closed eyes.

\"VEGETAAA!!!\" His come spilled over Vegeta\'s tongue like milk and was swallowed willingly, loving the pine, spiced taste it left over his tongue.

When the prince rose to met his lover with a kiss, he was sure to press himself hard against the other male, making his own arousal, painfully clear. The smell of their mingling sweat and sex was heavy around them. The wind licked the bodies of burning flesh with kisses of the night and their caresses became more urgent.

\"Goku...\" Vegeta could only moan out the name as he lay the other man gently out on the long wooden bench. The older male pinned the shivering arms of Goku above the wet ebony head and the third class arched into him, making Vegeta moan as their lips met again. After what seemed like only seconds, their lips fell apart and they stared at each other, gasping.

The Prince leaned down and kissed the dazed son lightly on the forehead as he lifted his nearly limp legs, setting one on his shoulder and the other tightly around his waist. He reached down with one hand and pulled his member from his own boxers, touching himself gently.

He wanted this, needed this more than he thought he would ever need anything again.

Reaching down he brushed an idle hair from the beautiful face under him and let out a breath. In one quick motion, Vegeta slammed himself into the tight opening of Goku\'s entrance. The sound of painful screams filled the empty air surrounding them and Vegeta pulled himself out only to come in again.

Endless struggles and cries heard form his lover.

\"Vegeta!!! It Hurts! Stop it!!! STOP!!! VEGETA!!\" But he couldn\'t stop. The feeling of himself embedded inside of the third class was endless pleasure. The thought of seeing the blood that was staining the wood under them as he pounded into the only person he had ever cared about so much was the best thing he ever held in his head.

He wouldn\'t stop.

The pain blazed up over Goku and back...but it began to lesson....then was gone as a world of darkness leapt over him as he closed his eyes.

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The pain in his body stirred silently as he opened his eyes. The vision of his ceiling fan was clear in his vision as well as the still shadows of night circling it.

Had it all been just a dream? Just a figment of his imagination? The feeling of arms draped gently around him flooded over his waste and he glanced to his left.

Cradled in the soft mounds of sheets was his lover. His hair was stretched out in long strands beaded with sweat still and there were dark trails of dead tears gone and past laying on his cheeks.

The very way he had held Goku spoke of his apologies.

A smile faded onto the lush lips of the Son. The pain grinding down on his insides subsided with the sight of Vegeta\'s sleeping form.

Suddenly, he realized how much this hurt him too. The pain every death rode on him. He never meant to hurt Goku, but he had too.

Besides, how could he stay mad at Vegeta? He was the only thing he had left.

Kakkarot pushed the shiver that fell upon him and stood from the bed, stretching quietly. He nearly jumped as his stomach growled at him, but laughed to himself afterwards.

He had only eaten once today.....or had almost eaten once today. Closing his eyes, he refused to think of the memories. Instead, he walked from the room without a sound and made his way to the Brief\'s main stairway, the white sheet he had taken off the bed holding his naked hips.

Goku couldn\'t help but push the though of Vegeta aside. Not that he had hurt him necessarily, no. But the look he carried on his face, the taste of his lips, his indifferent smell. It was all so strange. But, then again, what wasn\'t theses days?

The tiles of the large kitchen found his bare feet and he stepped inside the room. The cabinet were hung high and set in shining steel and glass on the tall walls. The counter tops made of the darkest marble and on the island top, Goku noticed there was a fresh bowl of red apples.

The thought of biting into one and having is chilled juices linger on his tongue before sliding down his throat seemed wonderful just about now.

He opened a palm and reached for the fruit, but something caught his eye as he touched its surface. The large clock on the wall above him, read 8:08PM. It seemed to have stopped but not too long ago. Besides, it was way passed 8:08. It had to be at least 11:00.

Goku ignored it and turned away, lifting the apple to his hungry lips. Slowly, his teeth sunk into the lush surface but was not greeted with the sweet taste fo nature. His eyes, wide as the taste of copper and rotted meat surged over his tongue.

With a gag, the bite he had taken flew to the floor in a pool of saliva. His eyes found the hole in the fruit and vomit began stirring inside of him as he glanced at the thing in his hands.

The apple itself was fine, exquisitely fresh....But inside, coming out of the core was a human finger. The flesh was half over grown with purple bruises and the black streaks of clotted blood were seeping from it into the apple.

Suddenly the worlds from the other day:

\'To my love,

My very angel from above,

I give you this gift of heart.

To celebrate the rebirth of something new as you fall apart.

Because of you I have no regrets of this sin.

To my love,

My angel from above,

We will be together again.

On the two third minutes of the two third hours.

Look for me when the sweet goes sour.

And we will descend into heaven as the rest ascend into hell.

Listen for the bells.

To my love,

My angel from above.

You’re mine forever.\'

The clock was stopped at 8:08, which if you have two 3\'s and you turn one around (\'We will descend into heaven as the rest ascend into hell) Then you get eight...8:08....The apple was supposed to be sweet but it turned out to be sour.

Kakkarot could feel his chest heaving up and down as tears flooded his eyes. No...this couldn\'t happen...this couldn\'t be over!!!

As he turned to run something stopped him, a sound.

The bells!!

His feet spun his around and he darted for the door. But soon he was frozen again. In the doorway, was a figure dressed all in black. The colorful mask on their hidden face grinning madly as the large bells on his bloodstained hat bobbed up and down with the muffled sound of sobs.

They were crying?

Goku let his own tears fall as well as he backed away from the monster. Suddenly, the masked head looked up in a single movement. The eyes under black screens burned into the sayian and he sucked in a breath with his whimper.

\"You...\" The figure spoke to him in a familiar voice that made him shiver, made him want to curl up and hide away.

The thing took a step forward as it lowered its head again in another cry of pain.

\"I loved you....I have always loved you...but you chose him....how could you, Goku?\" the voice became fevered with jealousy and there was so much despair in his voice, the third class could feel it running over his skin in an icy touch.

\"Why HIM!!??? WHY WAS HE SO MUCH BETTER!??....why....\" They looked as if they were about to collapse in a puddle of their own torment. But with slumped shoulders they kept yelling.

\"YOU LET HIM FUCK YOU!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!??? HOW!!??\" There was silence as Goku let his head hang into his hands. Confusion filling his entire being.

\"Fine...you don\'t want to answer me, that\'s fine...\" The creature lifted one arm to push the sleeve of the other away. Underneath were row of cuts. Deep, shallow, old... new. but here was a set that made Goku\'s stomach turn as he looked up at them.

His name was carved swiftly into bleeding gashes down the monsters right arm.

The silence was broken.

\"If I can\'t have you no one will.\"

To Be Continued....

SatanSpinner67 and Agent 182: damn....this is a really long story, but a good story. Oh, and thank you to all who reviewed......I love you all ^o^